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Simone.”
    More than needing cash, I had to see her. I hadn’t seen her since I left for Minnesota. I had only heard the sound of her voice. Looking into Simone’s eyes would tell me if I killed a perfectly innocent woman in exchange for twenty-five thousand dollars and a fuck in the ass.
    With sweet convincing words, she told me, “Okay, baby. Call me in two days.”
    I decided that two days was good enough and hung up. As I hung up, I still had a lot of wonder and questions running marathons in the back of my mind.
    I stood up and walked over to the picture window of the ratty motel room while turning up the bottle of Grey Goose. Even the window was filthy with fingerprints and only God knew what else. The lights of Sunset were blinking from across the street. They were calling my name. Luckily, Simone had hooked me up with a fake ID when I left town, so I could get in the club despite being underage.
    I touched my pockets. I knew that all I had was a couple hundred dollars that I needed to hold onto just in case Simone flaked on me.
    But there was nothing like naked bitches twerking in g-strings to make a nigga feel better.

Gia
    Okay, Southside I gotta own this, snakeskin on my hat, albinI’m rich, like Lionel, I get head like Rhino
I’m riding on my rivals, survival, viable
    Blindfold, bullets, for y’all niggas?
    I got extra
    I got extra
    I got money
    I got work for his hoes
    I got a plethora
    I was currently hanging upside down on the stainless steel pole in six-inch heels twerking remarkably to “Extra” by 2 Chainz. I was a perfectionist when it came to stripping, and I was one of the most sought after dancers in Sunset.
    Unlike many dancers who had asses and hips injected full of saline and breasts full of silicone, I was all natural. I didn’t have a big stupid ass booty or huge perky breasts. I was a petite 5’4” with a runner’s body. My ass was big enough. My breasts were luscious enough. My waist was invisible. With dark skin like a Haitian and a long Malaysian weave that fell twenty-eight inches from my scalp, I was living as I hung upside down clapping my ass.
    My pole skills were serious. I twirled, spun, and flipped like every dollar depended on it, because it did. I climbed all the way to the top of the pole. Up there, near the roof, I was able to see the patrons on the second floor balcony. They catcalled over 2 Chainz’ ratchetness. Dollar bills floated into the air and rained all over me. I recognized a few of the partiers. I smiled to acknowledge them before sliding down the pole at record speed and landing in a split at the bottom of the pole so hard that you would think that it hurt. My heels hit the floor of the stage with a loud clunk.
    Sunset was a nude strip club. Therefore, as many men made it rain , hundreds of George Washington’s kissed my skin and stuck to me.
    Since it was a Saturday night, the club was packed to capacity. Money was definitely in the building. I recognized a lot of well known dope dealers. They were real hustlers; not just dudes who stood on the block and sold weed, but men who pushed weight and drove hundred thousand dollar luxury vehicles. Luckily, I was the favorite of many of them. They stood at the stage throwing band after band of singles and five dollar bills. Some of them gave their lady a band to make it rain on me.
    Strip clubs had become such an acceptable pastime that half of the patrons in attendance were women. They stood amongst the tight crowd at the front of the stage waving dollars in the air, beckoning for me to crawl over to them and pop my pussy in their faces.
    Rae was also in the crowd sipping, lingering , and watching – like always. She often patronized the club. She got VIP treatment when she was at Sunset because the bouncers, bartenders, and owners knew that she was Gia’s woman, one of the most popular dancers.
    As I positioned myself on all fours and twerked my ass in some girl’s face with a birthday crown on, I could see